So away from the cultural and historical side for a moment- and onto the more interesting- if not uncultured.
I will go back to posting cities and reports and photos soon, but I think by diversing and mentioning a few other aspects, observations and encounters of the trip I might just hold your interest, there again, I may be writing this just for me…
The French- are not normally known for their love of the English, however, we only ever encountered very nice people who appreciated my attempt at Franglais ( a mixture of French and English)- of course DD who is fluent in both French and German was always absent when needed for translation- unless of course it was something that benefited her!
Alot of the French people we met thought we were American, Chelsey said this is because both Paul and I have good teeth?? Yes, a strange observation, answers on a postcard please.
Anyway-I apparently embarrassed her on the bus when I spoke to the driver in a familiar tense, the way a wife would speak to her husband- my response to her was, either way, he understood, I get my point across even if it’s French smattered with English. I also find if I speak English loudly and slowly- this makes me understood ( not true of course)
French rural toilets…a hole in the ground! with two bars either side to hold on to whilst you crouch over the hole- I kid you not, this actually happened to me- without going into graphics, this is no mean feat, and I never realised my legs were so strong. Not all French toilets are like this, but on the rural roads they do crop up occasionally.
The French receptionist (male) who felt it was OK to accuse our ‘foreign applicances’ of blowing the electrics on the whole of the second floor of the hotel. When confronted by an angry Madam (me) he quickly backed down and gave us a two bedroom suite that looked over the River Rhone (£300.00 a night- job done)
And lastly, I went in a French supermarket and I had to smile and immediately thought of Mousebuzz and Andrea- and although I got some funny looks, I took a photo of the Oeufs- on a shelf, not in a fridge…yay!